Due to the birth of my son and the progression of my Mother-In-Law's Alzheimers, I've been thrown into reality. That reality being a basic total overhaul of the home my late Father-In-Law designed and built himself in the 70's. Although I never actually met him, I truly feel a connection with Wendell. Maybe it's the overwhelming task of taking on what he wasn't able to finish himself. Why wasn't he able to finish?, you may ask.... Well, he was a slave to his wife's hoard. Yep, just like on TV, this house was stacked from floor to ceiling with EVERYTHING: food containers, cardboard, yarn, pictures, books, blankets, dishes. You name it, it's here. Now it's my job to clean it up and get this house rockin'!
My attitude toward the hoard has changed though. Where I once saw devastation, I now see hope of what could be. An old pulley from the barn: a new light fixture; An old sweater: a new cover for a lamp shade; A couple of old dressers ready for the dump, a new creation station for my art.
Here is where I'll be recording the process inside this mind of mine. Inside the HOARD.
My new creation station which I constructed from 2 old matching dressers from the basement and some plywood and paint. The perfect place to store my various art supplies!
An old lamp I found in the attic. The shade was in bad shape, so I stretched an old sweater over the sturdy frame.
